Wow! moving. so much Hate.
I hate hate. there, now hate’s brought out hate in me.
good poem…make’s you think…make’s you queasy…run away. why can’t we all get along? as the old song goes.
How true, this poem; and even today…in America…the Congress and this Tea Party movement…and so much hatred for our President…simply because he happens to ‘look different.’
Sometimes this country scares me.
Your poem has ‘moved’ me & that’s exactly what a poem’s to do.
good job.

Yes, the ending was a ray of hope in the still dark ages. Have you ever read Joseph L. Graves? He’s a biologist but has written a couple excellent books on racism. It was hard to read down all those lines of hate, to each one I wanted to whisper love. So much violence is predicated through the projection of self-hatred onto another and the indoctrination into prejudice. Great work here.

I saw the image more of a youth demanding justice; a five year old jewish version of the poet innocently/boldly demanding justice from his father, completely identifying with the hatred of prejudice. I feel an older POV would have been more rationalized and subdued. My thoughts anyway; free:)